Vorfinia
Taking up ink, quill, and blotting paper the grey elf sets down to writing in a journal gifted to her a few holiday gathering now past. Another candle added to the table as she begins with the dip of the pointed tip into black ink.
I was born in the year of 1165 in the elven village of Myranth. My Father is a Silversmith there and my Mother
by his side still. I was raised through my first 150 years
being trained in skills of survival. The bow the most
accurate of weapons at a distance, is what I am the best
with. Though I have defended with the sword and dagger,
when it was also needed. The whip I never did learn with
much luck as Darak A'Mancuura@soi could testify to.
I first came to the lands of beware when I was 281 years
young. At the time of this writing I am 299. A truly varied land full of all sorts of beasts and people. Many a friend and foe can be found here. There are some truly good hearts that reside within these boundaries.
~she turns the pages and marks out some of the things that have happened in her life in these lands that she wants to write here to remember in her journal.
Eyes of a stormy blue scan the page. Blotting it again, flipping through the pages slowly,
before reading the back page.
smiling
at those memories she picks up a fresh sheet and the page and blots it.
Scoire clan and the Darkshadow war
Men in my Life
Meeting the Construct and servant of Rissa
The Rescue of Proteus
Chaos Lord - Capture and Rescue
The Catacombs and those who roam them
Always the fear
Bugbear Maze Rescue
With love,
Reign
Running a finger over the page, knowing he had
gifted me with more than this journal but with his time, his love, and then our daughter Lara Reignfire. He also created a pair of lynx size cats, one of light and one of darkness both hiding in their own respective tones. They have protected me, quite a few times as one has poison claws and the other is the anti-dote to it. He was a fine man and it was sad when we parted ways but that was the way the path seemed to lead then.
Reign had befriended a dear friend of mine, Shylock the last I had been in the lands of Beware. I do hope to find out what happened to them eventually.
My daughter Lara Reignfire is growing up yet in Myranth with my Family while I am traveling. She has many years yet before it would be safe to take her along with me and she has many things to learn yet safe in the Elvish lands.
I left the lands of Beware not long after I was trying to reform Amras Vildrin a darkelf from tendencies that were leading towards evil. I believe he had ended up more neutral though one never knows as the sands of time continue to spin how things would have played out. I lost him in a battle with orcs. Two orcs and he went over the falls. I searched for his body or trace of him for monthes that drug into years. I have yet to find what the waters did with him or the orcs. Eventually I had to give up which is a burr yet in my side being a scout.
Reign returned to beware around our daughter's thirteenth year. I was heading to Myranth and he came with as he had gifts for her and wanted to ensure he was a part of her life. I told him we tell her stories of her father and he has become a legend in her mind by now, though we can always use more stories. He was most willing to give them to her. He had some gifts of enchanted stones for her, one where he could communicate with her. This she loved. For she had not heard from him for most of her growing years. I had stayed with her in Myranth until she turned thirteen and then I came back. I don't care for living in the elven lands. There is a proper way to dress, the social structure, it's all confining. It was never where I was happiest.
Reign decided to stay on in Myranth with Lara Reignfire and I traveled home. He is considering on bringing her to the space he has that pocket of time to start to train her as a mage. Her tendencies follow along those lines as did her eyes follow her fathers which are orange in color. She was heavily interested in enchanting items and how it was done.
When I returned with the items I had acquired to have a Maker, an elementalist, and an enchanter create a bow for me. Valdyn Mor made it for me one night while I watched. He is grey skinned and golden eyes and the finest creator I have ever known. He is probably older than my grandfather's grandfather, he was held in time trapped alive and dreaming but not awake in one of his own creations that he had made for another to be used on someone else. They had duplicated his work and trapped him in it too. He has such skill but also a numbness about him, he has to learn how to live again. Perhaps in time, the time it will take to get over what he went through. I met him a few times and we had been to the mining camp together and become friends. The bow he made me is a Masterwork of devine proportions. The handle is blue and grey much like my eyes. The bow notches an arrow of lightening when your fingers move to create the motion of setting an arrow to the string. It shoots up to three at a time if you notch that many at once. He attuned it so it only would shoot for me and that if I call it, it will come to my telepathic command. It is a marvel I am still wondering at it every time I use it. I can call notch multiple lightening arrows at once or even add a real arrow for more piercing damage than shock and lightening.
There was a disturbance through dreams something that probably did not happen. Her mind churns here knowing that's probably not true as she still tries to understand it. She could feel the spirit essence that was left. Maybe it was because Reign had returned that he had come up into her mind again into her dreams. She wasn't sure and decided to write no more about it.
Rauthe D'vraun is a drow that I have met a few times now and has helped me out. I passed him a learning spell that Valdyn Mor had passed to me and he in return helped me locate a displacer hide from a beast. To do this Rauthe D'vraun had to take us into sigil a nexus points of planes. It was amazing, elementals, demons, angels, willow-o-wisps, people with horns, the whole place was surreal walking along and having roofs above you, that were the tops of buildings that went the opposite way. It was amazing. I bought a few things from a store there Fluster I believe the owner was called. The language used there still makes me smile.
"Anyone asks, y'gibs with me. Right? A body has to blend here. If ya talk just talk as ya are. Like you're from here. We've gotta hit the ket-ta first. It's the market over on Fliss street. It's a couple blocks down. There's a tiefling who owes me a favor."
"You're not going windy on me being primed out?"
"Gold is cold, and never molds."
I digress though. Mavin Maverick and Shandora MacGarren also were in the group to go to Sigil. We came back out after stopping at the shop and Shandora MacGarren decided to return to the earthen plane while the rest of us went to hunt a planar beast trying to take him back alive as
Valdyn Mor had a need for a live one. The Maker did need a variety of odd things to craft his special pieces but having one herself it is worth it.
To suffice it to say we were successful in our hunt for a beast as well so we went home to earth and beware again and delivered the items to Valdyn Mor's forge.
I have acquired a cloak of displacement now from Valdyn. This cloak when she is wearing it will show her to be in one spot when she may very well not be in that spot at all. He also made her a magical padded armored tunic of the feel of supple leather though it is hard as iron. It can shift to cover what she wants it to.
So many life changes, so many adventures, in such a long life that elves are blessed with.
My character prefers post for post.
Vorfinia